Dear Amy,
Our relationship thus far has been largely undefined and this has served us well. I'm really interested in watching how we develop and unfold naturally. You are proving more and more important to me.
I don't do things traditionally and I am slow to warm up, but once I get going, I'm on fire.
Thank you for the gift of you.
MC
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Moving Forward
Developing altruism is one of the most powerful methods for countering negative tendencies and destructive impulses.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Follow along now ...
This a short story about a man. Let's call him Ralph.
Ralph recently constructed an email and sent it off to me asking to become a member of the Lounge.
I sent Ralph back the exact same informational email that I send to the thousands of other people who write me each year. Contained within that email is information on booking an orientation, links to read first and a mailing list to sign up for.
Ralph then wrote me back, FOUR TIMES.
His first email to me did not contain the necessary and asked for information. His subsequent emails hitting my in-box, one after another, each one almost identical, but-not-quite.
Then this morning I wrote him back exasperated, stating that four consecutive emails is too many for a one woman operation to be answering and that I would appreciate not being inundated with future unnecessary mail. One email should be able to handle our exchange. Well, one email should be able to handle our exchange if he had read what I sent him in the first place.
Then he had the audacity to write me back and tell me if I had given him the information he wanted to begin with, that he wouldn't be bothering me with so many emails. Not true. Had he have read the email I sent him and the links provided, he would have sent me one email with the correct information.
There is a system in place for how we handle new member requests, for handling orientation and for dealing with people who prove challenging.
Step by step. Follow along. If you can't follow me through an email exchange to get you to orientation, then we are not likely to get along. I won't have members at the Lounge that I don't get along with or that don't respect me.
UPDATE:
Ralph wrote me back again this afternoon, stating that he had seen a photo of me and that I am unattractive. Due to this, he won't be joining and becoming a member.
I feel so much better now, knowing why Ralph, a man I have never met, will never bother me again.
Ralph recently constructed an email and sent it off to me asking to become a member of the Lounge.
I sent Ralph back the exact same informational email that I send to the thousands of other people who write me each year. Contained within that email is information on booking an orientation, links to read first and a mailing list to sign up for.
Ralph then wrote me back, FOUR TIMES.
His first email to me did not contain the necessary and asked for information. His subsequent emails hitting my in-box, one after another, each one almost identical, but-not-quite.
Then this morning I wrote him back exasperated, stating that four consecutive emails is too many for a one woman operation to be answering and that I would appreciate not being inundated with future unnecessary mail. One email should be able to handle our exchange. Well, one email should be able to handle our exchange if he had read what I sent him in the first place.
Then he had the audacity to write me back and tell me if I had given him the information he wanted to begin with, that he wouldn't be bothering me with so many emails. Not true. Had he have read the email I sent him and the links provided, he would have sent me one email with the correct information.
There is a system in place for how we handle new member requests, for handling orientation and for dealing with people who prove challenging.
Step by step. Follow along. If you can't follow me through an email exchange to get you to orientation, then we are not likely to get along. I won't have members at the Lounge that I don't get along with or that don't respect me.
UPDATE:
Ralph wrote me back again this afternoon, stating that he had seen a photo of me and that I am unattractive. Due to this, he won't be joining and becoming a member.
I feel so much better now, knowing why Ralph, a man I have never met, will never bother me again.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Mastectomy
It was supposed to be a lumpectomy and it turned into a mastectomy.
Allena's surgery was yesterday and she was doing well last night at bedtime when I last spoke to her, the drugs had her in no pain and she was coherent too.
The joy in her voice, over getting new breasts due to all of this, was contagious. Get through treatment next and then new perky tits for Bella.
Every cloud has a silver lining right?
Allena's surgery was yesterday and she was doing well last night at bedtime when I last spoke to her, the drugs had her in no pain and she was coherent too.
The joy in her voice, over getting new breasts due to all of this, was contagious. Get through treatment next and then new perky tits for Bella.
Every cloud has a silver lining right?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Single Male at a Party
A single man became a member this past Saturday at orientation, then stayed on for Cupids Catch our evening play party. I watch the single men differently than others and often ask them for feedback on events as their singular experience is regularly insightful on some level I had not even considered and I find I learn much from them.
K, the guy, is a wonderful conversationalist, and I found myself enjoying speaking to him. In all honesty. I am eager to see some of his art too. Anyways, at nights end, I had asked him to write me an overview of his first experience at a party and at the Lounge. This is what he sent me ....
K, the guy, is a wonderful conversationalist, and I found myself enjoying speaking to him. In all honesty. I am eager to see some of his art too. Anyways, at nights end, I had asked him to write me an overview of his first experience at a party and at the Lounge. This is what he sent me ....
When I arrived at the Lounge for member orientation, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I'd heard a lot about it from another member, but being new to the scene it wasn't much comfort. As I walked up to the door, I was nervous - until Jennifer popped her head up from her car, which she had been loading.
"You must be K," she said. "Come on in."
What followed was a night of fun and sexy action. I licked whipped cream off of a beautiful woman, got tied up and suspended for the first time in my life, made a lot of friends and had a wonderful evening. Everyone was decked out in hot gear, from one woman who wore only feather pasties, to Jen's partner J, who wore a mesh shirt and a utilikilt. Everyone looked stunning. Although I didn't play much myself, it was hot just to see all the scenes unfolding around me as the night went on. I lost track of the people I'd met as some went into the sex area with their partners and others, spent with happy grins on their faces, dressed and went out the door into the night. As the night wound to a close, I said goodbye to all the awesome people I'd met and resolved to mark the next Lounge event on my calendar.
The Lounge is a great place, filled with great people. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, and if you have body image issues - like I do - don't worry, because nobody will denigrate you here. As a newbie to BDSM, it took me most of the evening to figure out the dynamics at play, which is why I didn't play much myself; in the end, though, it's not really the play that mattered, but all the new friends I'd made. I suspect that even though I didn't have sex or do any tying or flogging, there's plenty of all of them in my future.
Thank you, Jennifer, for introducing me to an awesome place and an awesome group of people.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Can this really be happening?
This post is likely going to bounce all over the map, as my head is full of half thoughts twirling round and round.
Saturday was the Lounges Valentines Day party --- and by all accounts the night was epic. Out of town guests, a day of bondage classes and great people made the party as awesome as it was. But the day was long, we arrived to the Lounge at 9 in the morning and left at 1:30 the next morning.
There are more than just clients and attendees that attend our events, many of those present are our friends. And this is exactly why days like today can happen, because its easier to hustle for those you care for.
What was so over the top for us was having to pick up Pickle from the babysitters at 2 in the morning, by the time we drove home and got to bed ourselves it was three o'clock.
Sunday we were up early, as we had a day trip to Tulalip, Washington. Our destination, reserve land, and the home of a wise man. Allena had chosen her tribe and called upon us to join her in a special Sweat to offer healing before her surgery. It was memorable and in all honesty, I learned many things that I am not quite yet ready to articulate. Maybe one day, I'll write about what it looked like to be present for such an event, but not now.
I would do anything for Allena, go anywhere for her, topple over anyone in her way, move mountains and cross borders to get to her, reach out and drag her towards me if she needed me, and even give her parts of myself --- we are fam-ily. We drove home along the I5 talking about living and our families plans for life. At 11 last night we pulled into our driveway, absolutely positively spent.
By the time we visited with the teenager who was baking cookies, and the car had been unloaded, all we could do was to crawl into bed. Jason pulled me in tight, his breath almost becoming my own as I inhaled his scent and basked in the glow of his loving support. We are both done in.
Today I recover from the weekend and gather my emotions to support Allena Tuesday as that's her surgery day. Oddly enough the last couple of days, everywhere I look there are signs of what we are journeying through. The breast cancer emblem is everywhere, commercials filled with optimism and joy are on television and I have to say, that there are countless stories of hope. And in that I find strength.
Saturday was the Lounges Valentines Day party --- and by all accounts the night was epic. Out of town guests, a day of bondage classes and great people made the party as awesome as it was. But the day was long, we arrived to the Lounge at 9 in the morning and left at 1:30 the next morning.
There are more than just clients and attendees that attend our events, many of those present are our friends. And this is exactly why days like today can happen, because its easier to hustle for those you care for.
What was so over the top for us was having to pick up Pickle from the babysitters at 2 in the morning, by the time we drove home and got to bed ourselves it was three o'clock.
Sunday we were up early, as we had a day trip to Tulalip, Washington. Our destination, reserve land, and the home of a wise man. Allena had chosen her tribe and called upon us to join her in a special Sweat to offer healing before her surgery. It was memorable and in all honesty, I learned many things that I am not quite yet ready to articulate. Maybe one day, I'll write about what it looked like to be present for such an event, but not now.
I would do anything for Allena, go anywhere for her, topple over anyone in her way, move mountains and cross borders to get to her, reach out and drag her towards me if she needed me, and even give her parts of myself --- we are fam-ily. We drove home along the I5 talking about living and our families plans for life. At 11 last night we pulled into our driveway, absolutely positively spent.
By the time we visited with the teenager who was baking cookies, and the car had been unloaded, all we could do was to crawl into bed. Jason pulled me in tight, his breath almost becoming my own as I inhaled his scent and basked in the glow of his loving support. We are both done in.
Today I recover from the weekend and gather my emotions to support Allena Tuesday as that's her surgery day. Oddly enough the last couple of days, everywhere I look there are signs of what we are journeying through. The breast cancer emblem is everywhere, commercials filled with optimism and joy are on television and I have to say, that there are countless stories of hope. And in that I find strength.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
More On The Matter
If you've not already read my posts as of late regarding special treatment for single men, then this next bit, might seem out of context.
Regarding this post and then the subsequent post that I have now made about Special Snowflakes a woman wrote me with this thought on the matter, here is her email in it's entirety.
Regarding this post and then the subsequent post that I have now made about Special Snowflakes a woman wrote me with this thought on the matter, here is her email in it's entirety.
Jennifer,
If you want a different perspective on this subject. I causes me concern that some do not appear to understand boundaries or the word no. If they don't understand this prior to being a member, then receiving preferred treatment and being a member still not understand "no" would cause me great concern.
The orientation is there for the benefit of the member taking it and for the safety of others. Everyone has heard the same thing and are all aware of the boundaries and expectations. Someone who doesn't understand boundaries for safety in a sexual environment is scary and would cause me great concern.
You are doing the right thing and I feel safer knowing that you don't allow people to bypass the system.
Lisa
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Cancer Sucks
It wasn't my news to tell, yet I have known for a short while now. Last time we were in Seattle a couple of weeks back, the day we arrived, my partner Allena was scheduled for a breast biopsy. Jason cooked us all dinner the night she returned from her first procedure and we sat around at her place with Pickle, loving one another as family does during such stressful times.
When Bella called a few days later I knew as soon as I saw her voice messages on all my phones.
Allena, the love of my life, has cancer.
This Sunday we will be in a Sweat on a native reserve just outside of Seattle, as a friend of ours is hosting this magnificent ceremony to honor her.
Allena may be the one that is sick right now, but we are all going to fight the cancer together.
I am sad that a woman so beautiful, strong and vivacious has been hit with this bitterly ugly disease and that in turn it is changing how our world looks so fast.
Damn it.
Monday, February 07, 2011
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Adult Sex Classes Victoria BC
This is an incredible opportunity for a small group of women to gather for an information packed day of learning in a supportive environment. If my last (sold-out) events in Victoria are any indication of interest in sex education with me, I'd have to say, you should really get your tickets sooner rather than later if this sweet deal piques your interest.
6 hours of learning
10 women maximum
$125 for the day
coffee, snacks and water provided
bring your own lunch
.5 hour = Developing a Language for Pleasure
.5 hour = Communicating Desires
1 hour = Orgasms for women
1 hour = Butt Sex & Anal Pleasures
1 hour = Sensation Building & Seeking
1 hour = Being Dominant In The Bedroom
1 hour = Kinky Sex 101
Tickets are pre-purchase only, non transferable and non refundable.
Private upscale venue with full amenities in downtown Victoria.
First Come, First Served.
To arrange payment, or to ask questions, write: jennifer@libidoevents.com
Women's Erotic Skill Development - Victoria, BC
Sunday February 27 2011
11:00 AM - 5:00 PM
presented by Jennifer of Libido Events & Libido Lounge
Sunday February 27 2011
11:00 AM - 5:00 PM
presented by Jennifer of Libido Events & Libido Lounge
6 hours of learning
10 women maximum
$125 for the day
coffee, snacks and water provided
bring your own lunch
.5 hour = Developing a Language for Pleasure
.5 hour = Communicating Desires
1 hour = Orgasms for women
1 hour = Butt Sex & Anal Pleasures
1 hour = Sensation Building & Seeking
1 hour = Being Dominant In The Bedroom
1 hour = Kinky Sex 101
Tickets are pre-purchase only, non transferable and non refundable.
Private upscale venue with full amenities in downtown Victoria.
First Come, First Served.
To arrange payment, or to ask questions, write: jennifer@libidoevents.com
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Wet, Hot & Fun
A delightful couple, who are Lounge members, attended Sultry our bath house party last Saturday night for their first time ever. I asked them in the after math, to send me a write up about their experience so others could get a feel for how the event looks.
Thanks P & R, I am very appreciative for your feedback.
Thanks P & R, I am very appreciative for your feedback.
Our First Visit to Libido Event's Sultry Bathhouse:
PHYSICAL LAYOUT:
After going downstairs you entered a socializing area. This had the food (home made brownies & cheese wafers, and store bought cranberry crisps, chocolate oatmeal cookies, pepperoni and cheese, fruit tray & water). It also had a TV showing some porn with sound off which people pretty much ignored.
Going clockwise, there is a warmer tiled room with lockers for storing clothes. You can bring a lock and lock up your wallet, etc.
Beyond that there is a pair of even warmer shower areas.
Off of each shower is a sauna 'hot' room. If the door is closed it quickly gets really hot in there.
From the second shower is an area that has 5 or so semi - private beds for sex play. This has a door that leads back to the socializing area. The whole area is old but well maintained and clean. It is so hot that everyone dropped clothes when they entered and stayed naked for the whole party.
THE EVENT:
We had fun at the event. Like most play parties, people sex play most with friends and people they've played with before. But at the bathhouse event I found that people were more social / friendly than usual. Perhaps the fact that everyone is already starkers, breaks the ice some.
The first programmed event was when some containers of shower gel were passed around and everyone squirted soap on everyone. Then you rubbed over everyone around you in with hands and hugs. This was a lot of fun. After a while we showered to get it off, and all that soap you rubbed on your neighbors you washed off again. There was a certain amount of sexing going on in the showers.
People visited in the hot rooms. There was a fair bit of sex play going on in there over the evening, with people helping others with licks and kisses. People were also drifting in and out drawing suggestions & slogans on bodies in wash-off markers.
The Saunas are set up nicely, so that someone sitting on the top bench can be eaten out by someone on a lower bench.
People tended to head to the socializing area to cool off and then head back to the heat or the semi-private rooms to play.
My wife's summary was "that the people made the event".
There was also a masseuse giving massages to couples for $$. Jennifer had brought an extra massage table and it was used by people doing bondage and wax play which looked very sexy.
A favorite part of the event for me was the humor bubbling under the surface. People appreciated the absurdity of trying to keep up pretenses. No one was worried about being cool.
SUMMARY:
Like most public events I've been to there was a mix of people. Some people were strongly oriented to them-selves. (Perhaps they get a kick out of people watching.) But compared to most events I've been to (either at Libido or other public play parties), people were friendlier and more willing to chat, suck on nipples and the like. People were very laid back about the "all naked all the time" ambiance and at least with our group, the humor in the background.
We had a lot of fun.
Friday, February 04, 2011
Fire Flogging, Fire Caning, Fire Play
Last night we had my friend and his partner who were in town from Alaska, attend Deviant Dining as our guests.
Thirty people showed up to watch the FIRE show put on by my friend. His style is vastly different than locals that I know, so I wanted to ensure an opportunity existed for him to showcase his talents.
His fire floggers are just mesmerizing to watch and the fire canes looked down right nasty. The ice fire cups were intense to just bear witness too as was the rest of the show. After J was done showing his skills off, he so graciously offered to light many of our guests on fire.
And off with the clothes, first one, then two and in the end a number of folks had an experience they never thought they would. It was great fun to watch and to cheer on the nervous nellies amongst us. Plus with just low lighting in the Lounge for this dinner, the fire was really magnificent to see.
The women who tried fire were all so subtle almost erotic to watch, but then, it was Craig's turn. He's a man. With a hairy back. Which made Craig the smelly guy who used to have a hairy back. Just to be a real ham, Craig let J light his penis on fire with flash cotton --- now that was surreal to watch.
And for the record, no injuries. No burns. Good times all around. Lots of cherry popping as we like to call it.
Seeing as the monthly dinners keep becoming more popular, it's our goal to continue to make them an upbeat opportunity for our members to hang out with one another.
In case you're wondering Uncle_M was the first one done eating and the first one to break into the desserts. There were a couple of bondage pin up models present too. Almost as many couples as singles. And the single ratio of men to women was about equal -- the food was and always is outstanding.
After eating for two and a half hours, talking with everyone and watching the show, still at nights end, I had to tell people it was time to head home. This is the measure of a successful event -- they won't leave.
Next Deviant Dining is Thursday March 3, mark your calendar and start plotting what dish to bring.
Thirty people showed up to watch the FIRE show put on by my friend. His style is vastly different than locals that I know, so I wanted to ensure an opportunity existed for him to showcase his talents.
His fire floggers are just mesmerizing to watch and the fire canes looked down right nasty. The ice fire cups were intense to just bear witness too as was the rest of the show. After J was done showing his skills off, he so graciously offered to light many of our guests on fire.
And off with the clothes, first one, then two and in the end a number of folks had an experience they never thought they would. It was great fun to watch and to cheer on the nervous nellies amongst us. Plus with just low lighting in the Lounge for this dinner, the fire was really magnificent to see.
The women who tried fire were all so subtle almost erotic to watch, but then, it was Craig's turn. He's a man. With a hairy back. Which made Craig the smelly guy who used to have a hairy back. Just to be a real ham, Craig let J light his penis on fire with flash cotton --- now that was surreal to watch.
And for the record, no injuries. No burns. Good times all around. Lots of cherry popping as we like to call it.
Seeing as the monthly dinners keep becoming more popular, it's our goal to continue to make them an upbeat opportunity for our members to hang out with one another.
In case you're wondering Uncle_M was the first one done eating and the first one to break into the desserts. There were a couple of bondage pin up models present too. Almost as many couples as singles. And the single ratio of men to women was about equal -- the food was and always is outstanding.
After eating for two and a half hours, talking with everyone and watching the show, still at nights end, I had to tell people it was time to head home. This is the measure of a successful event -- they won't leave.
Next Deviant Dining is Thursday March 3, mark your calendar and start plotting what dish to bring.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Feedback from Attendees of Classes
Feedback written to me, from three of the women who were in classes with me this past Sunday in Victoria. (I taught cock sucking & hand jobs along with g-spot and female ejaculation)
From Tabetha --
The atmosphere of sisterhood was beautiful.
From Tabetha --
aahhhh....the refreshing language of sex! At the very least, it certainly sounded that way coming from you Jennifer! Attending your classes and hearing your stories were more than just entertaining...especially the one about your daughter being positively sex educated by her parents. That was an empowering for me to hear. It gave me great hope that our children can learn to navigate an ever changing sexscape in basic everyday life...that by learning the appropriate language and developing a healthier attitude to go with it..they are empowered and therefore protected!
Before attending your class on cocksucking....I was not convinced it could give me more knowledge than I already had. I am happy to report that not only was I way wrong....the extra confidence I was looking for came in heaps...,inspired by a few of your combined (cock sucking) techniques...I am so glad I took notes!
The G-Spot Female Ejaculation class was something else! The atmosphere of sisterhood was incredible and inspiring to me...special thanks to your model! Seeing exactly where the her sacred Goddess flow wells out from....was educational indeed!
The spirit of your classes kept pointing us toward creating intimacy and having fun in the moment with our lovers....I enjoyed your classes immensely Jennifer...and I will be back for more! Thank you!
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Special Treatment 2
On Monday January 17, I made a post about a man writing me, wishing "special treatment". In other words, this man had written me because he was seeking to become a Lounge member, without having to do the mandatory orientation class that everyone has to take.
Then low and behold, , I get yet another email. From another man. This time, this chap writes and says "thank you for writing about me on your blog, I am the man wanting special treatment that you were referencing".
I write this clueless chap back and let him know, that in fact, I was not writing about him. I even checked the mans email address and who I had been writing about, was not this guy. So I let him know this.
Then the man writes me back again (like I have nothing better to do, than to read countless emails from him) and says
"Well, on your post titled "special treatment" you said that a someone wanted to enter the lounge without having to go through orientation, and at the time, I was trying to do that by emailing you back and fourth about that.
I might be mistaken. Perhaps there is another guy."
BINGO.
Dude. You are not a special snowflake and certainly not the only man to write me asking me to make some special considerations, just-for-you.
This happens all the time. And only from men. You are not the first, nor will you be the last.
So follow along. Read my words and get a clue.
Everyone in my world is special. Because everyone enters the exact same way. Through, member orientation.
And you trying to back door the orientation process, makes me not want to know you. Show some respect not just for me but for everyone else who surrounds me who did the footwork to be where they are with the Lounge.
Then low and behold, , I get yet another email. From another man. This time, this chap writes and says "thank you for writing about me on your blog, I am the man wanting special treatment that you were referencing".
I write this clueless chap back and let him know, that in fact, I was not writing about him. I even checked the mans email address and who I had been writing about, was not this guy. So I let him know this.
Then the man writes me back again (like I have nothing better to do, than to read countless emails from him) and says
"Well, on your post titled "special treatment" you said that a someone wanted to enter the lounge without having to go through orientation, and at the time, I was trying to do that by emailing you back and fourth about that.
I might be mistaken. Perhaps there is another guy."
BINGO.
Dude. You are not a special snowflake and certainly not the only man to write me asking me to make some special considerations, just-for-you.
This happens all the time. And only from men. You are not the first, nor will you be the last.
So follow along. Read my words and get a clue.
Everyone in my world is special. Because everyone enters the exact same way. Through, member orientation.
And you trying to back door the orientation process, makes me not want to know you. Show some respect not just for me but for everyone else who surrounds me who did the footwork to be where they are with the Lounge.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Weekend Reviewed
The past few days have been so busy with events and travel, that I have had hardly any time to sleep at all. In fact, I am so tired as I am writing this, that the nausea is overwhelming. I am not the sort of person able to cat nap and will need to wait it out till this evening, when finally, my head can hit the pillow for an extended period of deep sleep.
Friday night there was a private event at the Lounge and though it was hosted by people we know, certainly, we still had to be there. It was our good friend Stephens birthday and the women in his life had orchestrated a surprise party for the occasion. It was a fun to hang out at LL, with no responsibilities. And an "unusual" incident happened at this event that I plan on writing about in detail, after I have caught up on my rest.
Saturday was the inevitable Costco shopping and then home to load the car. Later in the evening was Sultry and I was working it all by myself. I swear the best nights for our bath house party are always the coldest ones -- I had a wonderful experience and even somehow caught myself in amongst the action more times than I even thought I had the energy for.
By the time I arrived back home and climbed into bed it was already 1:30 in the morning Sunday. So at 6:00a.m. when my alarm went off, I was none to happy dragging my sorry, yet very clean ass, out of bed so soon.
By 7:30 Jason, the baby and myself had picked up S, my demo model in New Westminster and we were on our way to BC Ferries.
Our loaded up car, filled with sex supplies, teaching aids and people, made it onto the 9 am ferry to Victoria. By 11:30 I was completely set up.
Over the course of the afternoon, I taught two different classes, each sold out, to 56 women, in my families home. Then I saw a coaching client for an hour appointment.
And as I came downstairs, I noticed the house was all tidied back up again and the dining room table had been set for family dinner. My mother had made us all a scrumptious dinner to enjoy before we had to drive to catch the 9 PM boat back to the mainland.
Being able to teach in my families home, with my families support, and surrounded by so many passionate friendly people, I can only consider myself as blessed.
At 11:40 at night we arrived home. I had seen more people than I can remember, educated powerfully, driven all over hell and back and still managed to find our way back to our nest. Thankfully.
It's possible to have your cake and eat it too. That kind of sums up my weekend in one mouthful. "I worked hard, I played hard and now, I am going down hard." Well, later tonight, after this one last event that I have to work before a few days of rest and relaxation.
Friday night there was a private event at the Lounge and though it was hosted by people we know, certainly, we still had to be there. It was our good friend Stephens birthday and the women in his life had orchestrated a surprise party for the occasion. It was a fun to hang out at LL, with no responsibilities. And an "unusual" incident happened at this event that I plan on writing about in detail, after I have caught up on my rest.
Saturday was the inevitable Costco shopping and then home to load the car. Later in the evening was Sultry and I was working it all by myself. I swear the best nights for our bath house party are always the coldest ones -- I had a wonderful experience and even somehow caught myself in amongst the action more times than I even thought I had the energy for.
By the time I arrived back home and climbed into bed it was already 1:30 in the morning Sunday. So at 6:00a.m. when my alarm went off, I was none to happy dragging my sorry, yet very clean ass, out of bed so soon.
By 7:30 Jason, the baby and myself had picked up S, my demo model in New Westminster and we were on our way to BC Ferries.
Our loaded up car, filled with sex supplies, teaching aids and people, made it onto the 9 am ferry to Victoria. By 11:30 I was completely set up.
Over the course of the afternoon, I taught two different classes, each sold out, to 56 women, in my families home. Then I saw a coaching client for an hour appointment.
And as I came downstairs, I noticed the house was all tidied back up again and the dining room table had been set for family dinner. My mother had made us all a scrumptious dinner to enjoy before we had to drive to catch the 9 PM boat back to the mainland.
Being able to teach in my families home, with my families support, and surrounded by so many passionate friendly people, I can only consider myself as blessed.
At 11:40 at night we arrived home. I had seen more people than I can remember, educated powerfully, driven all over hell and back and still managed to find our way back to our nest. Thankfully.
It's possible to have your cake and eat it too. That kind of sums up my weekend in one mouthful. "I worked hard, I played hard and now, I am going down hard." Well, later tonight, after this one last event that I have to work before a few days of rest and relaxation.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Look In To Our Eyes
The other day I went to snap some photos only to discover that my memory card was at full capacity. A couple of hundred images from Christmas through last week were all awaiting download to my computer and amongst them were two that I thought I'd share here.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Role Reversal
Sitting in our hotel room in Seattle, we are all unpacked and about to head out for some shopping goodness. Jason has big plans of a couple of Nordstroms and specialty stores today -- I get to play a unique role.
I'll be playing "wife". Sitting outside of the change room in a chair, with the baby, waiting for my man to finish trying on copious amounts of well made clothing.
I'll be playing "wife". Sitting outside of the change room in a chair, with the baby, waiting for my man to finish trying on copious amounts of well made clothing.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Special Treatment
There is nothing worse, than someone in email begging. Or grovelling. Especially for something to do with sex.
There is a man that has been continously emailing me as of late. He wants to become a Lounge member, but does not want to go the usual route.
You see, this man has written me because he believes he possesses special skills and because of this, he wants special treatment.
This man makes the assumption that telling me that he is hot and open minded will get him into the Lounge without needing to do the mandatory orientation class that our other 1011 members have had to complete.
I don't care who you are.
I don't care what your erotic skill set is.
I don't care who you know.
I don't care how well you can use your tool.
I don't care that you think you are a fantastic lover.
I don't care how much experience you have.
I don't care if you are a switch hitter.
I don't care how much money or education you have.
None of it matters. Nothing personal about you will change the process that is necessary for you to become a member of my corner of the world.
What matters to me...
1. Are you 19 years +
2. Do you have government issued current photo ID
3. That you book and arrive on time to orientation
4. That you listen to our Rules and Policies
5. That you follow along
6. That you don't try and be a special snowflake
7. That you have a firm grasp of where you are
Membership to Libido Lounge happens only one way. The right way.
There is a man that has been continously emailing me as of late. He wants to become a Lounge member, but does not want to go the usual route.
You see, this man has written me because he believes he possesses special skills and because of this, he wants special treatment.
This man makes the assumption that telling me that he is hot and open minded will get him into the Lounge without needing to do the mandatory orientation class that our other 1011 members have had to complete.
I don't care who you are.
I don't care what your erotic skill set is.
I don't care who you know.
I don't care how well you can use your tool.
I don't care that you think you are a fantastic lover.
I don't care how much experience you have.
I don't care if you are a switch hitter.
I don't care how much money or education you have.
None of it matters. Nothing personal about you will change the process that is necessary for you to become a member of my corner of the world.
What matters to me...
1. Are you 19 years +
2. Do you have government issued current photo ID
3. That you book and arrive on time to orientation
4. That you listen to our Rules and Policies
5. That you follow along
6. That you don't try and be a special snowflake
7. That you have a firm grasp of where you are
Membership to Libido Lounge happens only one way. The right way.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Masterful Cock Sucking & Hand Jobs Class - Surrey, BC
In a couple of weeks, you'll find me on a Friday night in Surrey, teaching Masterful Cock Sucking & Hand Jobs. It is “the class that will change it all for you”.
General Info
Friday, January 28, 2011
7:00 - 9:00 PM
O'Behave Adult Store
13672 108 Avenue Surrey
$25 / $45 couple - presale only, none at the door, non refundable
no dress code - day to day wear
Description
Giving great head and a fantastic hand job is an erotic activity that takes practice, time and the belief that a job worth doing is worth doing really, really well.
Jennifer will spend the evening demonstrating oral & hand techniques that you too will be able to master by night's end.
This class will cover basic anatomy, hygiene and preparing for blow jobs, a blow job, and a full on hand job along with stroking and sucking techniques for the beginner cocksucker to the more advanced fellatio aficionado, who also will learn deep throat skills and gagging help. There will be tips on toys, lube, positions, and how to set the mood.
A fantastic class. Fun and informative to listen to, even better if you choose to practice along on aids that will be provided.
Please bring a notebook and pen to class.
Open to men and women, couples and singles.
Your ticket allows you to shop the day of the class and receive 20% off items purchased.
*swag bags provided to attendees
To purchase your ticket, contact O'Behave now
(604) 581-0022
Questions
jennifer@libidoevents.com
General Info
Friday, January 28, 2011
7:00 - 9:00 PM
O'Behave Adult Store
13672 108 Avenue Surrey
$25 / $45 couple - presale only, none at the door, non refundable
no dress code - day to day wear
Description
Giving great head and a fantastic hand job is an erotic activity that takes practice, time and the belief that a job worth doing is worth doing really, really well.
Jennifer will spend the evening demonstrating oral & hand techniques that you too will be able to master by night's end.
This class will cover basic anatomy, hygiene and preparing for blow jobs, a blow job, and a full on hand job along with stroking and sucking techniques for the beginner cocksucker to the more advanced fellatio aficionado, who also will learn deep throat skills and gagging help. There will be tips on toys, lube, positions, and how to set the mood.
A fantastic class. Fun and informative to listen to, even better if you choose to practice along on aids that will be provided.
Please bring a notebook and pen to class.
Open to men and women, couples and singles.
Your ticket allows you to shop the day of the class and receive 20% off items purchased.
*swag bags provided to attendees
To purchase your ticket, contact O'Behave now
(604) 581-0022
Questions
jennifer@libidoevents.com
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Animal Play Vancouver
A. wrote me weeks ago before a party asking if I wanted or needed anything brought to me. Sweet girl. I told her I enjoy chicken sub sandwiches from Subway and what veggies I am partial to.
Another week goes by and she writes me prior to attending another event and asks if I want a chicken sub. A. is also a submissive. The abbreviation for submissive is sub. I tell her to stop calling herself a chicken and to just bring me a sub. (submissive = herself)
She laughs. I laugh. Together we think we are funny.
Then she sends me a photo of Chicken Little, it was like she was mocking me.
So I sent her a picture of chicken anatomy.
Then she email me that she will be attending Dirty Girls. (which was last night) Well well, I think to myself. This is my chance.
I have always been curious about animal play and now I have started formulating an evil plan of naughtiness.
I tell A. that we are going to have a play date. Thankfully, she says yes. Consent is critical, you know?
I had already enlisted the assistance of two gorgeous women, each known to both me and the chicken.
After A. arrives to the party and has some settle in time, I have a friend warm her up, by tenderizing her a little with a lovely flogging.
Then A. is told to climb onto the gynecological table for me. She does so without missing a beat. She is naked and behaving well.
Next I ask her to "cluck". She chuckles once hesitantly, then starts "clucking", over and over again.
I attempt to put a comb onto her head, alas it does not work, the birds head is too big.
Suddenly next to me is another woman holding a mixing bowl. I can smell the contents of the bowl as I am watching the chicken be trussed, legs open wide. Arms tied tight, flapping like a bird.
A. clucked so beautifully once bound, it was like the bondage aided her submission.
It was about at this point, that the birds eye widened enough that I knew, she was aware of her destiny.
I donned a glove, reached inside the bowl and grabbed a handful of Stove Top stuffing and started stuffing it inside the birds open cavity.
I fingered in as much as possible amidst the laughter, then I grabbed a Hitatchi and masturbated that damn bird until the stuffing was shooting out of it.
That chicken was stove TOPPED.
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